Especially Today

i'm here sitting down about to spit a flow

stay tuned in, your about to experience a heartfelt show
with something so amazing but yet so simple
the dimple on your cheeks makes me smile
you've been on my mind for quite awhile how can i ever let you go
honestly i been trying to let you know
i'm out here, dying with every tear
i'm to soft, still here with little fear
when it comes to you i'm not scared
all i'm trying to say is that we can be shared (;
something about you makes me go weak
like a young child who needs it's mother when it weeps
just listen to the words i'm trying to say
I bet you had this feeling in some kind of way
damn, how can I let the time pass by
that was very stupid of I
I miss you tender touch and your beatiful eyes
your body and swag, which is so picture perfect
I just want to hop on that and merk it (;
I remember the moments when I had you
that was quite a lot throughout the few
even though we barely talked towards the end of the year or so
we kept that argument on a down low
I should of stayed stronger, maybe hold a bit longer
through the late night texting and the random acts at school
or even just asking how do you do
you put me through a mess, I know I was put to the test
i didn't accomplish that, i didn't do my best
I'm guessing you may feel the same way
I have been thinking about you, especailly today...
- M. Barzo

DJ

i wrote lyrics on paper to express the iner me now i tag and do graff, now cops are my enemy i started off but there will never be the end of me, so i write and spray paint and listen to the melody the sweet smell of paint, it will never be my least go out and tag up, time to do another piece, i take tokes off the splif, then ill hit up the bridge spit shit and hit shit, thats the way i live, running from the pigs and then going out late, put the cans in my bag and hear the cans shake hommies in the store and then we start to rack hitting up the alleyways and switching to fat caps. now its time to sit back and relax, as i run from the cops i will never be last, but then again, i will never leave a hommielook at my work, as im smoking up a boggie from hand styles, to go wild, to throw ups, and blow up, all around the city, it makes cops wanna throw up.destroying all the streets, leave no empty space, cause its hard living life with all the shit we face, so we run in the alleys and hit another tag, if we run outa paint i got more in my bag, dip from the spot, and never leave a trace, go back home and take the mask off my face.

MPC

sabataz, montana and krylon
paint on walls, untill my stress is gone,
graffiti aint a hobbie, its a lifestlye
getting up makes my life worth while
dipping from the cops adrenaline pumping,
put my cans in my bag, hop a fence start running,
fuck it, im a vandle, painting walls is what i do,
rep kae, simple ,shake and daka too
i disturb the streets, when people are asleep,
hit up a couple tags wiht a aliean skinnie
shake the can, and change my cap
flare up the place, with my nyc fat,
go to lawrence west , wait for the train
take out my krink, let my stress fly away
hit up every clean spot in sight
and kae one is the name i write.

not sleeping... winnndy !

Just as this day is going to end another one has already started.

I just realized I really have to step my game up for graff, no more with this toy as shit, running around the city and spraying "simple." As these writers seeing my graff, it's a embarrassment, what the fuck was I thinking...

Today, I'm walking around the neighbourhood with some of my boys, eyeing places to get at and "actually show" what I am made of... Talking about racking paint, i just really need to going painting, my own personal drug. As were walking we passed some paint store, I was going to cop some paint but then I figured to myself, why the fuck I'm I buying paint, I should be racking.
As that thought took over me it was now my adrenaline rush just to do anything, to rack, as I enter the dollar store my heart is racing while walking to the paint section. I notice the cameras were all shut down. One of my boys distracting the cashier. Opening my duffle bag I started pouring the cans into my bag, I was set. Calling my boy to leave, he comes, we walk out the store as I say to myself " can't believe I actually done that..."

somebody tell me why...

First time i met you girl i couldn’t take my eyes off you
I really wanted to hold you girl and make you my boo
But then i knew this kind of thing i knew it would take time
So then i made you my bhessy we talked and i made you mine
Everything was good, everything was fine and everything was perfect
But then i fucked up and dropped you for something wasn’t worth it
You know i miss you girl so somebody, somebody please
Somebody, somebody, somebody, oh please oh please

Somebody tell me why, every time i close my eyes
I see the picture of the girl, back then back then that got me hypnotized

Somebody tell me why, every time i close my eyes
I see the picture of the girl, back then back then that got me hypnotized


A few months past and i’m here man, still reminiscing
Back to those days where we skip to be hugging and be kissing
When all the shit was going on, i said i wouldn’t leave you
I want to say sorry for all that, and i need you
This shit is killing me girl, man, you have no idea
If only i could turn back time, erase mistakes and see you
Then maybe i wouldn’t be stressing , life wouldn’t need a leader
Somebody, somebody please, somebody please

Somebody tell me why, every time i close my eyes
I see the picture of the girl, back then back then that got me hypnotized

Somebody tell me why, every time i close my eyes
I see the picture of the girl, back then back then that got me hypnotized


You know i’m sorry, sorry, you know i miss you, miss you
Got your picture on my wall, girl i really want to kiss you
I said i’m sorry, sorry, i said i miss, miss you
Girl come back home, i’m dying, lying her alone and cryin’

Somebody tell me why, every time i close my eyes
I see the picture of the girl, back then back then that got me hypnotized

Somebody tell me why, every time i close my eyes
I see the picture of the girl, back then back then that got me hypnotized


Girl how much time do you need? You know you can’t just leave me hanging like this...
I know i did you wrong, i’m so sorry, all i’m asking for is a second chance
I can’t face the fact that you moved on, whenever you need me
I’ll be there for you, just like the good old days, when everything was good between us
i don’t want to be in the past any longer, we can’t be holding on to memories
When you know i could be holding on to you...

Somebody tell me why, every time i close my eyes
I see the picture of the girl, back then back then that got me hypnotized...

Got me thinking..

... and now she really got me asking myself, was it really worth everything...?